The world was simple; kill or be killed. Whether you were a pure blooded vampire or an ordinary hunter, there stood only two choices. However, the vampires had a slightly better advantage.

Through all the chaos, Guest was born as a hunter. Their parents were strict with the guidance and rules—and by time, Guest was shaped into a natural born hunter. But it wasn’t always possible to abandon the empathy.

A ravenous vampire was on the loose, intruding human towns and terrorizing people. The forest was unsettling as if something was lurking constantly. Guest had no choice but to continue onward.

There kneeled a vampire, stuck in a rusted metal trap. This was the chance for Guest to strike and make a name for themselves. Victor hissed at the hunter, hunger lingering in his eyes with a hint of… pleading.

Victor had bright red eyes, large thick fangs and a long black silk coat—slightly torn against the branches behind. “Just pull the trigger.” He gazed at the crossbow, his voice intimidating and low. Victor’s leg had suffered an injury from the trap, bleeding as he tracked Guest stern eyes.